Through the Eluvian

By J.C. Vascardi

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Disclaimer: All characters and places featured in this story that relates to the computer game series Dragon Age, the A Song of Ice and Fire books, or the Game of Throne television series are the property of their respective creators. I am not profiting from this story and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The only things about this story that I own are the storylines, places, and characters that are not featured in the official mediums.

Crossover: Dragon Age/A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones

Warnings: Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Slash, Background Het, Mpreg, Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Harem Pairing

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Act I, Part VIII

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After leaving Tommen's room, Barristan collected Sansa and Myrcella, with some reassurance from their respective siblings and a whisper of Jaeherys by Bran to Sansa. Both girls were more than curious about the clothes they were asked to put on, especially since they were boy's clothes and thus for what was probably the first time in her life, Myrcella found herself wearing pants. Growing up in the North, Sansa had done it occasionally, as there were sometimes tasks that needed to be done in the far north for which a dress simply wasn't appropriate.

Making their way through the passages and down to the hidden room that held the cliff door, Sansa finally broke the silence, after they were all in the room and Barristan had locked the door behind them. "What exactly are we doing?"

"Leaving the Red Keep," Barristan answered. "We can't go out the front gate, however, so that leaves us with only two options. One involves climbing down the side of the cliff that the keep sits upon and the other involves going through the sewer. I chose the former."

"Climbing a cliff?" Myrcella asked, a note of panic in her voice. It's not like rock climbing had been included in her various lessons.

"Would you prefer walking through the sewer system?" Barristan asked. "And I apologize for this in advance but there's really no way to sugar coat it: with the constant fear of somebody's piss or shit falling on your head?"

"I'll take my chances with the cliff thanks," Tommen said, as Bran and Sansa nodded. Seeing that she was clearly outvoted, Myrcella agreed to go the cliff route as well. Of course, the visual that Barristan gave also played a big role in her going with the majority.

"I won't lie and say that it'll be easy," Barristan said. "However, the path we're taking was designed as an escape route. So it leads down to a small trail that leads to a secluded section of beach off the Blackwater Bay. And there are hand and footholds of Valyrian steel embedded in the rocks. They're not visible from the ground but they are there."

"I'm guessing Joff doesn't know about this route," Myrcella said. "If he did, he'd have ordered the steel removed and melted down so that he could have a sword crafted. He's been whining about not having a proper Valyrian steel blade ever since he was crowned King."

Nodding, Tommen said, "Yeah, even though he doesn't have a sword yet, he's already picked a name for it." Shaking his head, he grimaced as he added, "Widow's Wail."

Shaking his head, Theron said, "The more and more I hear about your brother, the less I like him."

"I can't blame you," Myrcella said. "He's a sadistic little tyrant. I'd like to say that he wasn't as bad as a child, but that would be a lie."

"He's killed every pet I've ever owned," Tommen said. "And I heard that when he was about four or five, he found out one of the kitchen cats was pregnant. He wanted to see the kittens so he grabbed a knife and cut them out of their mother's womb."

Shaking her head, Leliana said, "He's lucky the cat didn't scratch him."

"It couldn't," Myrcella said. "The cat was sleeping when he arrived and he put the knife through its head before cutting it open. A dead cat isn't exactly in a position to scratch anyone."

"I'm sure he would have gotten around to killing my kittens soon enough," Tommen said as he looked down at the basket he was holding. "But he'd want to wait until they were older. Make sure I was attached before he kills them, so as to cause the most pain."

"He sounds positively beastly," Vivienne said.

"Indeed. He does and he is," Robb said. "But this discussion can wait until we're out of what for the time being is his castle."

Half an hour later, they were all safely down the cliff and meeting up with Garrett, Fenris, Carver, and Morrigan. Just as they were about to board the boat, however, bells started ringing in the Red Keep above.

"Shit, they've raised the alarm," Robb said. "Someone must have found Myrcella or Tommen missing."

"Probably our mother," Tommen said as Myrcella nodded.

"The Keep will be locked down," Barristan said. "The Gold Cloaks will be put on high alert and start patrolling the city. And it won't be long until the royal fleet is deployed to blockade the Blackwater."

"Get in the boat," Theron said, as he looked over at Morrigan and asked, "Feel like helping me create a distraction while the others get away?"

"If I must," Morrigan said with what sounded like a put-upon sigh. But Theron had known her long enough to see the hint of mischief in her eyes which said she was actually looking forward to stirring things up a bit.

"What are you going to do?" Robb asked, even as he ushered everyone else into the boat.

"Give them something else to worry about," Theron said cryptically, as he walked as far away from the others as he could so that he was standing knee deep in the water. Before anyone could say anything else, however, Theron's whole body glowed as it got larger and he took flight in the form of a dragon, followed only seconds later by Morrigan.

As two loud draconic roars echoed through the night, drowning out the sound of the keep's alarm bells, a shocked Barristan asked, "They can turn into dragons?"

He wasn't the only one who was shocked, of course. Robb, however, having seen Flemeth do it, remained calm and simply said, "As I said earlier, Jaeherys has recruited some very accomplished and capable allies."

"Who's Jaeherys?" Myrcella asked.

"Later, sis," Tommen said, even though he wanted to know the answer himself. "First, let's get out of here."

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Robb said, as he climbed into the boat last, Carver and Fenris already with oars in hand to row them out to the ship that was waiting for them.

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In an effort to not raise any suspicion, it hadn't been one of the former pirate ships that Robb and the others sailed to King's Landing upon. Nor was it one of the Northern Fleet. Instead, it was a ship bearing white sails covered in red crabs, which had accompanied them south from Claw Isle to Bloodstone.

Lord Cristian Celtigar, who'd taken the lordship of Claw Isle following the death of his childless elder brother Ardrian nearly two years earlier, was more than happy to help Jon. The Celtigars were of the blood of Old Valyria, after all, and were among the Targaryen loyalists who had always believed Robert to be a usurper.

While Claw Isle did most of their trading with Gulltown in the Vale, they did send a few ships southwest to King's Landing each year, so nobody would find it strange to see one of House Celtigar's ships in the Blackwater Bay. A ship bearing the direwolf of House Stark or the merman of House Manderly would definitely have raised suspicions, however.

Already in the process of being repainted and outfitted with new sails, the former pirate ships also couldn't be sent into the Blackwater, because while ships bearing the sails of Houses Stark or Manderly would be suspicious, a ship with black sails depicting the red three-headed dragon of House Targaryen would be raising alarms.

Spending most of the day of the tenth loading and offloading cargo in King's Landing, however, Lord Celtigar's ship, the Red Claw, didn't arouse any suspicions when it sailed out of the Blackwater following the alarm being raised in King's Landing. Several ships were departing after all, especially after the sighting of two dragons.

Thankfully, the Red Claw was designed similarly to the swan ships of the Summer Isles and was capable of crossing the Narrow Sea to trade with the Free Cities. So, it didn't have to hug the coast and thus could sail far enough away from the main Westerosi shipping lines that nobody noticed when the ship sailed south towards the Stepstones instead of north back towards Claw Isle.

The Red Claw docked at Bloodstone on the morning of the twelfth, and Robb was surprised to learn that Theron and Morrigan hadn't returned yet. He'd expected them to beat the ship back to Bloodstone, as dragons could surely fly faster than a ship could sail.

Before he could worry too much, however, he couldn't help but smile as two of the direwolves came running down the docks towards the gangplank that had just been put out.

"Lady!" Sansa cried, as Bran said, "Summer!"

Sansa and Bran promptly found themselves flat on their backs on the deck of the Red Claw, Lady and Summer standing over them, licking their faces and wagging their tails like crazy. Considering what they now knew about Joffrey's cruelty towards animals, they were both extremely happy that they'd listened to their late father and told Lady and Summer to remain in Winterfell when they left.

After a few minutes, the direwolves finally felt as though they'd given a good enough greeting to their masters, as they backed off and allowed Sansa and Bran to stand back up. With a smile, Ser Kristoff Celtigar—Lord Cristian's son and heir—handed Sansa a towel to dry her face, while his twin, Ser Krispian handed one to Bran.

"Thank you, Ser Kristoff," Sansa said gratefully, as she began wiping her face. As much as she adored Lady, she could do without having her face covered in the she-wolf's saliva.

"My pleasure, milady," Kristoff said with an overly flourished bow, which had Krispian crossing his arms and shaking his head at his brother, who was sometimes way too much of a flirt for his own good.

Leading the way back up to the fortress, Robb soon found himself in the lord's solar with Sansa, Bran, Tommen, Myrcella, Barristan, Jon and Maxwell. The rest of the group that had gone on the mission opted to return to their rooms and get cleaned up. Ghost, Grey Wind, Lady, and Summer curled up in front of the fire, keeping an eye on their respective humans as they talked.

After a few introductions were made, Robb briefed Jon and Maxwell on the mission in King's Landing. When he'd finished, Maxwell smiled and said, "I wouldn't worry too much about Theron and Morrigan. I don't really know Theron that well, but Morrigan aided the Inquisition back in Thedas and trust me when I say that she's very resourceful." After a brief pause, he added, "Of course, Theron also slew an archdemon, so he's also quite capable."

"Well, hopefully, they'll return soon," Jon said. Turning to Tommen and Myrcella, he said, "Anyway, welcome to Bloodstone. I'm sure you both have questions, starting perhaps with who is Jaeherys?"

Both of them nodded, as Myrcella said, "If I recall correctly, the Mad King's father was named Jaeherys, but he died over half a century ago."

Nodding, Jon said, "Indeed, you're correct, King Jaeherys II Targaryen was indeed the father of King Aerys II Targaryen, the latter being my grandfather." Tommen's and Myrcella's eyes widened at this, as Jon smiled and said, "I'm Jaeherys Targaryen, formerly known as Jon Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell. Of course, I'm not now nor have I ever been a bastard, as that was just a cover story to keep me safe from your late father. I'm Rhaegar Targaryen's son with his second wife, Lyanna Stark."

"I apologize for saying that King Aerys was mad," Myrcella said.

"No need," Jon said. "He's well known as the Mad King, and I'm not blind to the fact that he was quite mad. Although, I chose not to believe that it was entirely due to his Targaryen blood, as some have claimed. I'll admit it may have played a part, but I believe that it was more so a combination of grief over the loss of four children, his wife's multiple miscarriages, and being betrayed and locked up in Lord Denys Darklyn of Duskendale's dungeon for six months."

Robb nodded. "The persistent belief by many that Hand of the King Tywin Lannister was the true ruler of the Seven Kingdoms while Aerys was basically a figurehead probably didn't do his mental state any favors either. It certainly ruined their friendship."

"Well, I've never seen any hint of madness from you, Jon," Bran said before he grinned and said, "Unless you count dating my brother."

"Hey!" Robb said indignantly.

Wrapping an arm around Robb and planting a kiss on his cheek, Jon grinned at Bran and said, "That's a sign of good taste, not madness."

Bran's grin made it clear that he was only joking, but playing along, he said, "If you say so."

"Personally, I think they look good together," Sansa said with a smile. "Besides, once they get married, Jon will actually be our brother as we've been pretending he was all these years."

"Sansa! Bran!"

A moment later, Sansa and Bran found themselves pulled into a hug, their faces pulled tightly against their mother's bosom, much to the amusement of the others present. Not that any of them could blame Catelyn Stark for being happy to see the children she hadn't seen in a little over half a year. Especially when they'd been living in the snake pit that was King's Landing.

"Mom! I can't breathe!" Bran managed to get out before Catelyn let go of them.

"When did you get here, Mom?" Robb asked.

"She arrived early this morning, about an hour before you did," Maxwell answered.

"I just couldn't stand to wait another day to see my children," Catelyn said. "It would have been at least another week or two before you made it back to Winterfell and I couldn't wait that long."

Robb nodded, understanding, but after a moment he asked, "What about the bannermen?"

"I stayed until they'd all returned to their holds," Catelyn answered. "They've all sworn their allegiance to Jon as the rightful Lord of the Iron Throne and are headed back to their holds to raise their armies and prepare for war."

"I was worried they might not support me," Jon said. "Seeing as how they thought I was a bastard. Not to mention the whole grandson of the Mad King thing."

"You're a Stark, Jon," Catelyn said. "The Northern lords are loyal to the Starks and have been for thousands of years. Targaryen blood or not, they all quite liked the idea of a Stark sitting on the Iron Throne and they all want to see Joffrey get what's coming to him for murdering Ned."

"Well, I should send ravens," Robb said. "Make sure they know to head for Moat Cailin. Ruin or not, no southron army has ever managed to get past it when it's fully garrisoned."

"Already done, Robb," Catelyn said. "Until further orders from you, the lords in the southernmost sections of the North are going to march for Greywater Watch to support Lord Reed, while the rest will head for Moat Cailin."

"This is probably the most dangerous time," Jon said. "If word gets to Joffrey of an impending rebellion, then he might send an army to crush it."

"I doubt that will be a problem," Maxwell said. "He has problems much closer to home."

"What do you mean?" Tommen asked.

"A raven arrived from Dragonstone this morning," Maxwell answered, as he turned to look directly at Tommen and Myrcella. "Lord Stannis Baratheon has sent out ravens proclaiming that all three of the late King Robert's surviving children with Queen Cersei are bastards born of incest. He claims to have proof that your mother has been having an affair with your Uncle Jaime, and that he's your father, not Robert. As a result, he's declared himself the rightful Lord of the Iron Throne. Of course, to make things even more uncomfortable for Joffrey, Renly Baratheon has also laid claim to the Iron Throne."

"Of course, he's not the only wannabe King," Catelyn said. "Balon Greyjoy is having delusions of grandeur again and has declared himself King of the Iron Islands and the North. I had to have Theon locked in the dungeon before I left, as the guards caught him trying to sneak out of Winterfell to try to go join his father."

"I don't think Balon Greyjoy will be a problem," Theron said as he walked into the room. "Morrigan sends her regards, but decided to skip the war council in favor of spending some time with Kieran."

"How is Balon Greyjoy not going to be a problem?" Jon asked. "He's got one of the largest fleets in Westeros at his command."

Theron grinned. "Had one of the largest fleets. A fleet isn't much of a threat when it's at the bottom of the sea." At the surprised and confused looks, Theron dropped to one knee next to Jon and said, "I apologize if I've crossed the line, Your Grace, and throw myself at your mercy if that's the case, but in addition to creating a distraction to get Robb and the others safely out of King's Landing, Morrigan and I may have taken the initiative to sink a large portion of the Iron Fleet… and the Lannister fleet… with dragon fire."

Everyone in the room was quiet at this confession, waiting to see how Jon would react. After a moment, he threw his head back and laughed. When he calmed down, he was smiling, as he said, "Theron, I'm so happy with you right now that I could kiss you."

"Hey now, no kissing other men in front of me, Jon," Robb said, before he grinned and whispered in Jon's ear, "Unless we do it together, anyway."

Jon remained quiet for a moment before he stood and unsheathing Blackfyre, he tapped Theron once on each shoulder and said, "Theron Mahariel of Clan Sabrae, Warden-Commander of the Grey of Ferelden and Arl of Amaranthine, I, Jaeherys of House Targaryen, Third of My Name, Rightful Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm name you Lord of Bloodstone and Lord Paramount of the Stepstones."

Theron's eyes widened as he looked up at Jon, more than a little shell-shocked by the unexpected reward. He didn't say anything, however, as Jon sheathed Blackfyre and sat back down. Still down on one knee, this put Jon and Theron at almost eye level, as Jon said, "You were the first one through the Eluvian and after what you just did, you deserved a reward."

"I… I don't know what to say," Theron said, feeling more than a little out of his depth. True, he'd already been named the Arl of Amaranthine back home, but that hadn't really affected him the way this did. After all, the Arldom of Amaranthine had technically been granted to the Grey Wardens and the only reason that Theron was the Arl, was because the First Warden at Weisshaupt in the Anderfels had confirmed him as Warden-Commander of Ferelden.

So, in Theron's mind, the Arldom wasn't truly his. He was just a steward of the title until another Warden-Commander was named, which with his disappearance from Thedas would probably be happening sooner rather than later. This, however, was a title bestowed upon him in his own right, which felt extremely odd. Elves were most often thought of as second or third class citizens throughout Thedas and depending on the country, were either treated like or outright were slaves. As a result of this, being granted noble titles was not something he had expected.

"You don't have to say anything," Jon said. "Not only did you help retake Bloodstone from the pirates and help provide the beginning of the new Targaryen Royal Fleet, but you also weakened both the Lannisters and the Greyjoys, two enemies who I can practically guarantee would never support my claim to the Throne. You've performed great services to both the realm and the crown and deserve the reward."

"I… thank you, Your Grace," Theron said before he blushed slightly and said, "Truly though, you didn't need to grant me lordships." Lowering his voice, so that Jon had to strain to hear him, Theron added, "That kiss you mentioned would have been reward enough."

'Did I really just say that out loud?' Theron thought a moment later. 'Oh Creators, I did.' At this realization, Theron could feel his cheeks heating up and he was sure that he must be looking quite silly. It had been far too long since he'd last been laid and that was apparently beginning to affect him in such a way that he was saying things he'd never say otherwise. Especially when he knew that the person he was saying it to was engaged to be married.

Whispering in Robb's ear, Jon grinned as Robb nodded, before they moved in together and surprised Theron—who'd closed his eyes—as they each placed a hand on the back of the elf's head and pulled him into a triple kiss, Jon's and Robb's lips half on each other's lips and half on Theron's.

At first, Theron was too shocked to do anything, but after half a minute or so, he began returning the kiss as he dared to raise his own hands and place them on the backs of Jon's and Robb's heads, pulling them closer as they did the same.

Catelyn looked away, not because she was disgusted, but because she still found the idea of her little boy kissing anyone to be strange, even though she knew that he was twenty years old and thus it was expected that he'd be kissing people. Barristan smirked as he remembered his own youth, not that he'd kissed anyone since joining the Kingsguard. It was best to avoid such things altogether after taking a vow to never marry or sire children.

Sansa and Myrcella blushed slightly as they looked away. Maxwell, Tommen, and Bran smiled while they watched the kiss, Bran leaning over and pulling Tommen into a kiss after a moment, while Maxwell closed his eyes and even though he understood the reasons, found himself wishing for the umpteenth time that Dorian hadn't gone back to Tevinter after Corypheus's defeat.

Theron's, Jon's, and Robb's kiss ended a moment later, and they all blushed slightly when they realized that they'd just done that in front of an audience. For a few minutes there, they'd completely forgotten that there were other people in the room.

It was at this point that Myrcella asked, "Why would Uncle Stannis say that we're bastards? I don't understand."

"Well, if he wants to lay claim to the throne himself," Bran said, "it's certainly a convenient way to get Joffrey and Tommen out of the way."

"Max, could you?" Jon asked.

Nodding, Max stood up and retrieved the necessary items, explained what he was going to do to Tommen and Myrcella, before casting the necessary spells.

A few minutes later, Tommen picked up the parchment and stared at it in shock. Since the last time he'd cast the spell, Maxwell had taken the time to study the Westerosi calendar and was able to use it instead of the Thedosian calendar.

Tommen Tytos Lancel Waters, born 24 Hearthfire 283 AC, secondborn son of Jaime Tywin Kevan Lannister born 17 Last Seed 258 AC, and secondborn son of Cersei Joanna Jeyne Lannister born 17 Last Seed 258 AC.

Unsurprisingly, the generation following his parents listed only Tywin and Joanna Lannister as his grandparents. Sharing a look with Myrcella and comparing their parchments, they said almost at the same time, "It's true, then."

"So, that means Joffrey is a bastard too," Robb said.

"Not necessarily," Maxwell cautioned. "Stannis claims that he is, but we don't have a lineage parchment for him nor do we have the proof that Stannis claims to have, so we have no way of knowing that for sure." Looking at Robb, he added, "Plus, as Vivienne and I explained when we cast this spell on you and Jon, most people here in Westeros, being unfamiliar with magic, won't believe this test anyway."

"True," Jon said. "So still going to have to fight a war to take the Iron Throne. Of course, even if Joffrey was deposed as a bastard, there are still two other claimants to the throne here in Westeros, not including myself. And of course, we can't forget Viserys Targaryen, exiled in Essos though he is. Or the Pisswater Prince."

"Let's concentrate on threats here at home first, before we turn our eyes towards Essos," Robb said, as Jon nodded.

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To be continued…

And with that, Part Eight of Act One comes to a close… and Act One along with it. In the next chapter, we'll move into Act Two, as Jon and his allies make more moves to secure the Iron Throne.

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